By: Lisa Anne Maryniw The air is crisp Breath rising in the Winter midst Darkness covers the vacant Streets of Mind and Soul. The Body is frail Dying from absence of food and shelter The Soul is crying from the…

One of the Linkedin connections recently raised a query: What kind of a poet are you? She gave three categories of poets to make it easy for the group members to choose from. Her statement was divided the entire poetry world…